Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 44 Zombies Arrive
In the port, two people stood side by side, silently watching the ships entering and leaving the port.

Standing on the left is Chen Bin, a biology professor at Island University in Hong Kong. He is in his 30s, with lingering fatigue and melancholy on his pale and thin face.

Standing on his right was Sarre Mare, an alchemist who looked older than his actual age.

Mare was very excited at the moment. He raised his hand and stretched out his dry, yellowed slender fingers from under his robe, pointing at a cruise ship that was sailing into the port.

The dragon flag on the cruise ship showed that it was a ship from the north. It was small and broken, and looked inconspicuous among the many ships.

"I spent most of my life's savings to transport it thousands of miles from the south of Caiyun to Hong Kong Island, just for the body of a general."

"General?" Chen Bin was a little surprised, "Didn't you just say that the coffin of a civil servant would be transported?"

"It was originally like this, but I added more money."

Marley was very proud, "The most important thing for those local masters is money. They don't care about other things. Foreigners, foreigners, black eyes, red hair, Europe, Japan? They don't care about those! As long as they get free money. , they will smile brighter than anyone else.”

"Also, didn't the former local master named Wu always object to selling the treasure to you? I originally thought you just got a corpse from somewhere." Chen Bin asked.

"Speaking of which, I want to apologize to you, Chen. Is the man named Wu called a dog or a cat? Anyway, I told him that you bought it, and you will donate the body of the general to your country. Museum, for research.”

"Asshole!" Chen Bin gritted his teeth, "You bastard, I told you not to use my name to lie to others!"

Mare's face suddenly turned cold.

"Chen, pay attention to your wording. You must know that you will soon no longer be a professor at the University of Hong Kong. There is a scholar coming from England. He will replace you. He is from an orthodox school."

"I am also from an orthodox background! I read as many books and write as many reports as others." Chen Bin protested.

"But."

Ma Lei looked at him and said in a very regretful tone: "Your hair and eyes are not orthodox. I feel sorry for you, Chen."

"Obviously you are so cheap. The same education and job only cost one-third of the salary. But they just want the more expensive one."

"Have you said enough?" Chen Bin's eyes were so red that he wanted to kill someone.

"OK, OK, I'm not mocking you, I mean, Chen, you've got something better, haven't you?"

He pointed to the cruise ship in the distance, "All the dreams and efforts of the two of us are in there."

Seeing that Chen Bin's expression softened a lot, Ma Lei continued: "Think about it, Chen, how many people like us can realize their dreams."

"You said that your impression of zombies comes from comic books, villain books and fantasy novels. Those chaotic, distorted, and fabricated materials are your first impression of zombies."

"You are much happier than most people in the world. You are about to see the thing you have dreamed of all your life, right? A great and beautiful zombie."

Although it is strange to use "beautiful" to describe zombies, Chen Bin's mood did become more exciting, and the depression of being about to lose his job was swept away.

After calming down, he asked Ma Lei: "Do you know the origin of this general? For example, his life and cause of death?"

Ma Lei nodded. Although he dismissed the traditional Eastern concepts of destiny and resentment that Chen Bin mentioned, he still followed the local customs and conducted his investigation.The great alchemy has long proved that Feng Shui is nothing more than an illusory hypothesis.

The main culprit that caused a corpse to mutate was a certain fungus in the soil.

It combines with the remaining nervous system of humans, so zombies appear.

"This general guards the southern border of the empire. He has made great achievements in battle. The emperor gave him many rewards, so he also suffered the jealousy of others. You know, you Tang people just like to be jealous of talents and talents. This is in your bones. "

"Okay, okay, I won't express too one-sided views. Please listen to me and continue."

"Anyway, because of various crimes that may or may not have been committed, the general himself was imprisoned, his relatives were exiled, and his wife and daughter were made slaves."

"It's a man in armor." Chen Bin corrected.

"No matter who he is, even if the general is in prison, others are not going to let him go. The joint jailers drug him to death in prison."

"The word you used is quite authentic." Chen Bin nodded, "It seems that his resentment should be quite deep."

It wasn't until he actually saw the coffin containing the general's body in the basement that Chen Bin realized that it was himself who had used the wrong word.

"It's quite deep" is completely a fallacy. Just looking at the coffin makes people feel chilled all over, as if even the bone marrow is congealed.

The surface of the heavy black coffin was wrapped with circles and circles of ink lines, soaked in dog blood. There were three layers inside and three layers outside, making the surface of the coffin look like a Go board.

Outside the ink line, there are iron chains as thick as a thumb, which are also painted with some kind of liquid, revealing a strange red color.

The iron chain was almost tightly squeezed into the coffin, as if if there was any more force, the coffin would be broken by the huge force and turned into a pile of broken pieces.

In addition to these two layers of restraints, there are also black talisman papers, on which mysterious symbols are also outlined with red paint, sending out dangerous signals.

Even in those wildly fabricated and extremely exaggerated fantasy novels and villain books, such a coffin has never appeared. Perhaps the literati also thought this was too outrageous.

This can no longer be called "very deep" resentment. Just looking at the nails in the coffin is enough to make one's eyes hurt.

What kind of face does the main character inside have? Is he vicious or kind, honest or treacherous? Does he look like a general, or does he look ordinary, like an old farmer in the countryside?

In fact, he forgot the common sense in biology, that is, after death, as the blood vessels and muscles atrophy of human beings, his face will be very different from that in life, and he will not look like a person at all.

Moreover, this general has been underground for nearly half a century, and his original appearance is still somewhat preserved, which is also suspicious.

Even though he knew that he might face a zombie whose facial features were unclear, Chen Bin was still very expectant and curious, just like when he was a child.

"Chen, are you ready to open the coffin? Don't be frightened later."

Mare's hands and voice were trembling slightly.

　New plot is coming!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)